My barren plan to be a better man
Rots in abandoned fields
These idle hands inherit spoiled lands

As the hungry become the pigs
We reap (and) we sow
We mourn who we were

Love what we lost
In the grace of... (youth)
Laying with lions to hide my grief

From the beast that never sleeps
Our tired hearts tear us apart
Searching for the key

Reap what we sow